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Aria. "And they lived happily ever after," I sighed out the end of Beauty and the Beast for the second time that night. My eyelids were drooping, and I was relieved to see Mila's were finally fluttering closed. Max was already snoozing, a puddle of warmth against my thigh. I reached out, tucking a stray curl behind Mila's ear. She looked so peaceful in sleep, a sharp contrast to the turmoil I knew was stirring within her. The same turmoil I remembered all too well from my own childhood after losing my parents.

"Growing homesick, Beauty begged to be allowed to go home, even for a short time. The Beast agreed under the condition that Beauty should be back within a week. It gave Beauty a magic mirror which allowed her to see what was going on inside the castle, and a ring that can transport her back to the castle if she turns it over her hand three times." The story took a dreadful turn. The entire class edged in their seats as Miss Yumi narrated how Beauty prolonged her stay at home due to her jealous sisters' deception. They saw how well-treated and well-off Beauty was under the Beast's care and so they pretended to feel miserable if Beauty leaves them, begging her to stay at home longer in hopes t

She couldn't believe that she was thinking like this about her friend! But then again she could. She remembered being cradled in his arms half in and out of consciousness and some man had called him Beast. He'd said "Beast take care of her", or something in that vein. Ashleigh stared grimly into space. Once upon a time she only cared about how someone looked, how good she looked, how good they looked together. Ashleigh knew the truth; when it was all said and done it wasn't Christopher who was the Beast, it was her.

|Later In The Evening| Sarah had no idea when she slept off but then came back alive, she sensed a hand stroking her hair. After perceiving the scent of the person, she groaned sadly and flung her eyes open, meeting with the dark eyes of her mate. She groaned again and steered tiredly on the bed not wanting to start up. "Sleeping beauty," Jake commented on her sleepy face that looked cuter with her lips pouting like any other day. She looked beautiful to him when she was asleep and he enjoyed looking at her face.

Nicholas watched her, completely mesmerized. Utterly enraptured. Enchanted by the vision that was his mate. His sweet little moon. His moon rose. So delicate and incredibly sexy she looked, sleeping on his bed like that. Lost to the world. Her nude body barely covered by those silky white sheets haphazardly wrapped around her. Her caramel curls spread around on the pillow like a beautiful halo. Resting so peacefully, with her lips mildly parted open as she slowly breathed.

Then wait for the game to start and watch my guy shooting pucks in the net like a demon possessed. Honey Belle soon finds her favorite spot where her leopard print, furry bed is and snuggles down. Within seconds my dream girl is snoring away, yeah, I bet nothing beats her own place. She spent at least twenty minutes snuffling around to make sure nothing had changed. Adorable, so adorable.

~ JACOB’S POV I gaze at her serene expression as she peacefully rests, her beauty radiating in the soft moonlight. The sight fills my heart with an overwhelming sense of awe and adoration. My desire to be present and witness her tranquil sleep remains unyielding, as I cherish every precious moment. Bella looks so perfect when she is asleep. She is undoubtedly the most beautiful person I have laid my eyes on. While gazing at her serene face, a delicate strand of eyelash captures my attention. With utmost tenderness, I delicately pluck it away, ensuring not to disrupt her blissful dreams. My heart swells with adoration, cherishing these intimate moments of affection.

Ayla I yawned as I stretched my body before getting out of bed. I had my first two lessons in the morning and came home to nap. Although the nap was everything and more I regretted sleeping for three hours knowing how drowsy I'll be in my upcoming class. I just wanted to stay in bed and sleep all day. I put some eye drops in to refresh my eyes and spray my face with some glowy mist Bri recommended, I will not lie, it looks like I haven't even slept and my makeup is fresh.

Bella tugs her tiny sleep shorts up her thighs until the waistband rides low on her hips. Pulling down the tank top to cover the elastic band of the shorts, she is ready for bed. The pink fuzzy clock on her bedside table tells her that it is only twenty-two minutes after seven, but she is bored and restless. She can not focus on a movie or a book, so that pretty much limits her forms of entertainment down to nothing. She can't go for a walk or anything to burn off the restless energy that she is brimming with and another bath is out of the question.

Then, I confronted him sternly, "I'm here for a facial. Why did you take my clothes off?" Looking stunned, he jeered. "Oh, Daphne, do you really not know what kind of place you're at?" "A beauty salon! What place is this?" While speaking, I felt a wave of heat rapidly spreading from the pit of my stomach across my body. Caleb, who noticed my change, pinned me down on the bed. He traced my body with his slender fingers, sending me trembling. As much as I would like to struggle and break free, my body already went limp after Caleb's teasing. I lost control of my body and couldn't push him off me. Breaking down, I yelled, "What are you doing? This is rape—"